Marco took Juno's other hand. "No. I'm not staying here. I'm going with you," he insisted. "You think I give a shit about any of this here, or the six bucks I'm making? Fuck this place, I'm going with you. Don't tell me I can't."
He let go of the subject of where they were sleeping for now, especially when he wasn't sure why they couldn't stay in someone else's house forever if they released him. Who the hell would even release him? But something else was bothering him, and he lowered his voice and leaned closer to her. "Trial's tomorrow, like around the 75-hour mark tomorrow?" he wondered, then quickly put a finger to his lips to tell her not to answer. His score was low as hell, and he didn't care, but Juno had made it clear that she wanted that wild card, and if she was going to get it, she'd need to request it quickly. He wouldn't put it past Them to make them be at the trial right when she needed to be at a computer. "If we have to be at the trial when it's time for that, I'm gonna make sure you're by a computer, so you can get your wild card and get rid of him for good. Don't answer me right now, okay? But we're getting you your wild card, because this is fucking bullshit.
"And I'm for sure coming with you to work. When do you have to be there, now? Are we going now? I'm going with you, Alma," he finished, louder than before, as if it covered up the talk of points and prizes.